Paroles de Medicate

Medicate, I hate my brain I'll cover up the pain it creates Prescribe the ride for me And when my body wants it I'm your slave No, I don't want your hangover But how will I learn to be sober? Oh, I miss it when The sorrow tempts me again Meditate, I'll try to pray But what God gives away has a fee Dictate the words I say That mean more if I pay to repeat Lord, I don't want your hangover But how will I learn to be sober? And how can I live unforgiven? Oh, I miss it when The sorrow tempts me again